yellow
wind of pollen
blowing off the trees,
coating
the chairs
and tables, i close the window
and sneeze,
i wheeze.
i cough and bend over
to catch
my breath.
a strange heaviness is
on my chest.
is the end near once more?
i find the inhaler,
give it a few shakes,
then squeeze. whew.
saved again.
i realize how much
i love
air and being able
to breathe.
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